After the End

Chapter Twelve

"Cas, I can figure this out on my own" Dean protested, trying to ignore the heat in his face when Cas' hands moved too close to his ass. As soon as they made it home, Cas was ordering him around, and currently, the angel was helping Dean into a pair of sweatpants. Cas hadn't really seen Dean naked, even half-naked, before, so this was already awkward without Cas touching his thighs, his face getting dangerously close to Dean's dick. Luckily, he was able to keep himself calm enough to not get a hard on while Cas was helping him, but it took a lot of effort.

Meanwhile, Cas wore the most serious expression ever. "Don't be stupid, Dean. You're not left handed, so it would have taken you hours to even unbutton your jeans. I know you." The calm and collected tone of his voice made Dean's face redder than it should have, probably because Cas managed to shimmy the sweatpants up over Dean's hips as he stood up straight, meeting Dean's eyes with only a few inches between them. Cas let his hands linger on Dean's hips for way too long, but Dean didn't mention it. Lucky for him, the sweatpants covered up the bulge he had been trying so hard to keep down. The eye contact really did him in.

Dean cleared his throat, his lips darting out to lick his dry lips. "You just love bossing me around, don't you?" Dean huffed, taking a step away from Cas to start the process of cooling himself off. The smirk on Castiel's face as proof enough that Dean's statement was true. "Fuck you," Dean grumbled, faking annoyance as he plopped down on the bed, struggling with his one hand to get himself under the covers.

"I don't think you could engage in that type of activity with only one working arm," Cas deadpanned, making Dean lose all function of his brain as he tried to stammer out a witty response, but all he got out was, "I- you- but- I didn't-" and other variations of those few words. Cas chuckled, leaning over Dean as he straightened out the blanket, tucking it in around Dean's legs. The close proximity did nothing to help Dean's situation and he certainly couldn't come up with the words to tell Cas off for the unnecessary closeness. "I think my sense of humor is improving, don't you?" he asked innocently. That little bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and he was smirking the whole time.

"Something like that," Dean mumbled, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Cas sat on the edge of the bed, on what little space Dean left there, so they were still touching. "Cas, why the hell did you force me into bed before the sun has even set?" Dean wondered suddenly, after a realization that he wasn't even tired. Not only was the sun just now setting, but he had just woken up from a very long nap, so he wasn't sleeping any time soon.

"Charlie said you need your rest," Cas replied sternly, his hands on his own thighs while Dean tried -and failed- not to imagine those strong fingers pressing into the skin on his thighs instead. "What would you rather do?" he asked, cocking his head to the side as Dean yanked himself back to the reality where Cas wasn't touching him, and would never be touching him that way.

"I don't know," Dean replied, swallowing down his embarrassment as Cas watched him carefully.

Cas narrowed his eyes in thought, his face lighting up as he looked at the nightstand where the book Dean had been reading to Cas the night before still sat in the same exact spot. "I can read to you!" he suggested, picking up the book to look it over. "Since you only have one hand, it only makes sense for me to read this time. Even though you're a much better storyteller."

Dean huffed a small laugh, taking the compliments where he could get them. "Maybe save the book reading for bedtime," Dean replied, taking the book from Cas' grip to set it on the opposite table, away from Cas' reach.

Cas frowned, folding his hands together in his lap. "Okay, then what else can we do?"

"Talk?" Dean offered, regretting the word the second it left his mouth. Of course he loved talking to Cas and learning things about him, but talking also meant Dean had to open up and everyone knew how that usually went.